The Band Comes Home from Tour – Part 1/3 [f] [mast]

It felt like forever had passed. They left on tour 8 months ago. Their record deal signed and their first album out, the label wanted them to get out and promote it all over the world. I was so proud of them…proud of him. He had poured his heart into this band for the past 5 years and finally they had their break. I would be lying though if I said I was happy to see him go. Its selfish I know…but I was more concerned about keeping my insatiability in check than him being OK and healthy on tour. The night before he left we stayed up all night making passionate love in every corner of our apartment. It was emotional and intense and I could hardly walk the next day. Now he was back…and I didn’t want to make love to him…I wanted to fuck him, and then fuck him again, and again.

From the moment I got up that morning all that was in my head was how I wanted to quiver in pleasure with him inside me. I opened my eyes and couldn’t help but smile. The image of his smile and his lips touching mine as we embraced for the first time flooded my mind and immediately my belly grumbled and my hand slid over my breast, belly and under my pajama bottoms. I wasted no time teasing myself and plunged two fingers inside my already sopping wet self. I moaned loudly as my back arched wildly setting my breasts free of the duvet…my pierced nipples hardening even more in the cool breeze coming from the window. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at my horniness…I had never been so happy and excited to have sex in my life, I felt. With my two fingers curled up inside my I worked my thumb hard and slow on my clit as my free hand dipped its fingers in my mouth and wet-pinched my nipples, sending those beautiful pangs of sweet pain through my body. "I can’t wait for you to fuck me babe…” I whispered to myself and the thought of him sliding his cock inside me after so long made my hips buck up pretending he was there, pushing myself onto his strong tattooed body. I let out a semi disappointed grunt that he wasn’t there to fill me and rolled over onto my stomach, putting more pressure on my mound with my hand…my breathing accelerated and seconds later my body was convulsing, my fingers being squeezed by my contracting insides. I spent a few minutes catching my breath, and then decided it was time to get myself ready to see him that evening. It was their homecoming and they were playing a sold out show. I would be backstage…waiting to pounce on him.

After a quick cup of coffee and bowl of fruit I took to the shower. I shampooed my hair and then took to shaving myself, when I noticed I’d left one of my rubber dildos with a suction cup at the base in the basket holding my shampoos and conditioners. I bit my lip, held my breath for a second, and then shook off the thought. I didn’t want to wear myself out before seeing him! I focused back on the task at hand. I rested one foot up high on the water controls, opening up my legs to the stream of steaming water. I wasn’t helping myself as I shampooed and conditioned my short hairs to soften them up. I kept having flashes of him getting into the shower and reaching around with both hands, one on my clit and one on my breasts, or of him kneeling down and running his tongue up my labia and flicking my clit. I moaned loudly again, shook it off…again…and got back to shaving myself. With each pass of the razor over my lips I had to catch my breath. I could feel the heat radiating from my labia as I held them to the side, catching every little bit of stubble.

Wanting to make sure I was as smooth as possible, I ran a hand over my smooth self as I finished. Doing so, my fingers caught the warm sticky fluid building up between my lips. A shiver crawled up my spine as I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted myself. As I basically told myself “fuck it” I reached for the dildo. I swiftly stuck it waist-height to the tile behind me and hurriedly pushed my hips back onto it, feeling the 8 inch length and almost 2 inch thickness fill me up in one swift move. I shifted my feet back until my heels hit the wall that the dildo was stuck on, and spread my legs enough to feel the rubbery scrotum pressing against my clit. Feeling the stretch inside me, I reached my hands up the opposite wall, above my head to the hinge the shower-head rested in, arching my back so that thick dildo penetrated me in the perfect way. Oh how many times we had fucked like this…and how many times I fucked myself like this when he was gone, thinking of him. Tonight, after the concert, it would be flesh again, not rubber so deep inside of me. I began thrusting. Hard, pounding thrusts, bus spaced a few seconds apart. Each time pulling away far enough that my lips closed almost fully with the tiniest bit of the head still inside me, and then roughly slamming my thighs back towards the wall, the head of the dildo hitting my cervix and the fake balls slapping against my clit making wet sloppy sounds as my butt cheeks hit the wet tiles and the dildo squeezed my juices out of me. With each stroke I waited a fraction of a second less until the next thrust. Picking up speed, I let one hand wander over my breasts, along my sides, and over my round butt…my middle finger exploring ma darkest opening. The soapiness running down my back and into that crevice made it easy for that finger to slip inside. I bit my lip at the pure wanton feeling and again let out a long, animalistic grunt, now with each thrust. I was insatiable though and wanted more. My free hand uncoupled the shower head from its hinge and brought the jet to my clit. I counted 3 more thrusts before my legs buckled underneath me. I dropped to the hard tiled floor, my contracting pussy holding on so tight to that dildo that it came off the wall as I gasped loudly and stumbled over myself in the slippery cabin, that drunken pleasure feeling taking over every inch of my body.

I lay there, my knees hurting and my body convulsing for what felt like a full couple of minutes before I had enough wind back in my lungs to pull myself up. I turned off the water after rinsing the soap out of my hair and then stumbled out into the steamy bathroom, one hand always against the wall keeping me from collapsing under my still rubbery legs. I managed to keep myself together while drying myself off but I couldn’t stop thinking about finally having him touch me and how my anticipation had me hornier than I could ever remember being. I smirked at myself in the mirror…what a little slut I was being!

I walked back to the bedroom in excitement. Time to pick out what to wear!

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